Day: May 12, 2023

Man carrying a wounded boy, Battle of Teruel, Spain by Robert Capa

~ JezzieG
Man carrying a wounded boy, Battle of Teruel, Spain by Robert Capa

Man carrying a wounded boy, Battle of Teruel, Spain
1937
Documentary Photography
Gelatin Silver Print
Collection of International Center of Photography, New York

Capa focuses on the visible struggle in the face of the man carrying the child in his arms. In the aftermath of the siege of the Spanish hilltop town of Teruel, the young boy has been seriously injured and the man is carrying him to safety. Exemplifying the horrors of war it is an eye-opening image of the devastating impact of war on everyday people. Capa was the first photographer to bring the full horror of war into the homes of readers around Europe and beyond. In his documentation of the Spanish Civil War Capa did far more than document a war he also told the stories of those affected by it

Robert Capa 1913-1954

Robert Capa
Photojournalism, Documentary Photography, Modern Photography
Born: 22 October 1913, Budapest, Hungary
Nationality: Hungarian-American
Died: 25 May 1954, Thái Bình, Vietnam

Capa was a war photographer and photojournalist and is among the best combat and adventure photographers in history. He had fled political repression in Hungary as a teenager, moving to Berlin whereas a student he witnessed the rise of Hitler and the Nazis. He moved to Paris and finally, to America, Capa, and his professional partner Gerda Taro began to publish their work. Capa covers five wars: the Spanish Civil War, the Second Sino-Japanese War, WW2 across Europe, the Arab-Israeli War of 1948, and the First Indochina War. His images were published in major magazines and newspapers. Capa was killed by a landmine in Vietnam

Unfinished Song

~ JezzieG

Unfinished Song
Form: Taichi Sonnet (Caudated)

He wrote the words of an unfinished song
As he fell in love, too soon it went wrong
No words remain, I love you now just tears
There’s no going back when the anger clears
Tears for a love that was never the best
Her second-rate emotions failed the test
The butt of her jokes and a thing of jest
How to let her go and regain his zest?
How to kill love; for his peace it must die
With no questions asked and no reasons why
For her love is pushing him to his death
And he knows she’s not worth his final breath
She was the siren and sucked his soul in
Shattering his heart in a whirlwind spin
Until he's shaken her out of his skin
Like a discarded whore she’ll never win
He writes the words of a brand-new love song
There to heal his senses and come back strong
And no more can her eyes deceive his heart
For her love can only rip him apart

©JezzieG2023

Namárië by JRR Tolkien

~ JezzieG
JRR Tolkien 1892-1973

Namárië
1955

Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen,
Yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron!
Yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier
Mi oromardi lissë-miruvóreva
Andúnë pella, Vardo tellumar
Nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni
Omaryo airetári-lírinen.
Sí man i yulma nin enquantuva?

An sí Tintallë Varda Oiolossëo
Ve fanyar máryat Elentári ortanë
Ar ilyë tier undulávë lumbulë
Ar sindanóriello caita mornië
I falmalinnar imbë met,
Ar hísië untúpa Calaciryo míri oialë.
Sí vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar!

Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar!
Nai elyë hiruva! Namárië!

Translation by JRR Tolkien

Ah! like gold fall the leaves in the wind,
Long years numberless as the wings of trees!
The long years have passed like swift draughts
Of the sweet mead in lofty halls
Beyond the West, beneath the blue vaults of Varda
Wherein the stars tremble
In the voice of her song, holy and queenly.
Who now shall refill the cup for me?

For now the Kindler, Varda, the Queen of the stars,
From Mount Everwhite has uplifted her hands like clouds
And all paths are drowned deep in shadow;
And out of a grey country darkness lies
On the foaming waves between us,
And mist covers the jewels of Calacirya for ever.
Now lost, lost to those of the East is Valimar!

Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar!
Maybe even thou shalt find it! Farewell!

JRR Tolkien
Born: 3 January 1892, Bloemfontein, South Africa
Nationality: English
Died: 2 September 1973, Bournemouth, England

Tolkien was a writer and philologist, best known as the author of “The Hobbit” and “The Lord of the Rings.” He was also the Rawlinson and Bosworth Professor of Anglo-Saxon and a Fellow of Pembroke College at the University of Oxford. He and his close friend CS Lewis founded the informal literary group “The Inklings.” Many authors published works of fantasy before Tolkien, however, the great success of both “The Hobbit” and “The Lord of the Rings” directly led to a resurgence in the genre and Tolkien is often referred to as the father of modern fantasy literature

Hunter’s Destiny

~ JezzieG

Hunter’s Destiny
Form: Microfiction

“Macavus”

He could hear them shouting his name. “Over here” he shouted back

But where was here? Macavus remembered they were in the jungle hunting a Temulata for the tribal feast and he remembered tripping through thick vines. Into here

Here is a serene well-lit glade beside a sparkling river. On a rock by the river sat his father. His father who had been dead for six years.

The man spoke “At last you are old enough”

“Old enough for what?”

“To receive your destiny.” The man handed Macavus a hunting spear. “Go back now, towards that tree, and feed our people well, Hunter”

Word count: 104

©JezzieG2023